Last night I was riding home from work.
A couple teenage punk kids came up behind me on the 4-lane road, in a beat-up old Honda sedan.
Rather than cautiously passing in the other lane, as any sensible motorist would do, they got right behind me and laid on the horn. (Yeah... funny!)
Unfortunately, instead of reacting by slowing down, smiling and waving (which is an awesome way to react), I flipped the bird at 'em.
Immediately I regretted it. It didn't make me feel any better... and of course, they flipped the bird back at me.
I'm blaming it on the economy. If the stock market had only dropped 400 points, instead of 600, I probably wouldn't have been in such a foul mood. (I flip the bird at somebody about once a year. And don't think I've ever felt any better afterwards.)